There Were Parts Of Me That Loved You But They Ran Away Too Soon

***Frank's P.O.V***

He swung at me, I ducked and lost my balance. He advanced and held me tight against the wall, smirking as he dominated me like always.

I choked and he brought his face close to mine, his handsome and dark features contorted into a snarl as he raised his hand to strike my face.

I don't know what happened to him. He's not the sweet caring guy that I used to know, the one who spoke In a quiet and calm voice, the who held my hand in the dark when we were in bed, the one who would kiss me in the rain just because he could, the one who would always cheer me up. Even if it meant he was making a fool of himself in the process.

Instead he's become a monster. Someone who's broken and has lost all faith in life, someone who doesn't see the good in the world, someone whose possessed by self-gain and can't seem to love anymore.

He still has moments when he's the same as he used to be, but they happen very occasionally and are becoming rarer by the day.

His fist makes contact with my cheek and knocks me sideways, I gasp and close my eyes as his other fist slams into the side of my head.

Tears begin to run down my cheeks, over the newly formed purple bruise and he laughs at me.

"No, stop, please!" I plead and he silences me with a blow to my mouth, busting my lip so that my blood coats his fist.

He continues to beat me as I sink down against the wall, the white plaster splattered with red drops of my blood. The tears streak my face as I continue to cry but he takes no notice. He doesn't even speak to me, tell me what I've done to deserve this. It hurts me so much to know that he's a different person now, that he's gone. I don't know who he is anymore, he's changed and I miss him so badly. I'd give up anything to have him hold me in his arms in the dark and whisper how much he loved me in my ear, just to cheer me up. Instead of him tearing me into peices with his fist.

A kick to my side knocks me sideways and sends me sprawling down the stairs, I let out a cry as I see the ground hurtling towards me. I close my eyes and brace myself for the impact, but intead of hitting the floor I wake up in bed, violently shaking with tears leaking from my eyes.

I gasp uncontrollably and start crying freely, it wasn't real. Thank god it wasn't real. It's over now and I'm never visiting that part of my life ever again, except for in my nightmares of course.

I put a hand on my head and begin to calm down when a touch to my shoulder forces me to tense up once again. The strange arms begin to envelope me and I struggle, squirming at the touch. It's making me think of the times I was restrained before being hurt and I feel the tears begin to come again. I struggle harder to break free, my mouth opens to scream.

"Frank, why do you always do that?" Mikey's voice breaks into my head, yeah, that's right I'm at Mikey's, I'm safe.

"You can't pull away from me every time I touch you! You have no reason to run from me!" Mikey sounds pissed off and I can feel my anger rise as well.

"I just don't like contact that's all Mikey!" I snap back.

"Well maybe I do. Everytime I try to hug you, you refuse! How do you think that makes me feel? How would you like to be rejected everytime you tried to do something nice? Huh?" Mikey's voice was rising and I felt the tears flow faster. This wasn't fair, I couldn't cope with this right now.

"Well maybe if you'd spent two months of your life being abused by the person you loved, except they weren't themselves and they didn't even recognize you anymore, maybe if you'd been in my position you'd react negatively to physical contact as well!" The words were out before I could stop them, Mikey's jaw drops amd I clamp a hand over my mouth. "I'm sorry" I whisper. "I didn't want you to have to know that."

"Frank..." Mikey begins to sob. "Oh Frank..."

"Mikey, please don't cry" I whisper hoarsely, turning away from him so I couldn't see him cry for me. "Please?"

"It's only because I care." Mikey sniffled in response.

"I care about you too." I reply, meaning every word of it. Mikey was my bestfriend and I couldn't live without him.

"No, not like that." Mikey responds and I see the anger flickering in his eyes.

"Why are you angry now?" I exclaim, my own temper rising once more. "What have I done now?"

"You don't let me touch you ever, you reject me, you shun me. You seem to not even like me sometimes and I'm always here trying my best for you and just, you always sit around and cry." Mikey's voice was trembling and he was staring daggers at me. "You lied about your injuries, you told me you were in an accident when someone actually abused you. You were seriously hurt when I found you and you never told me. Your a liar and I don't even know why you can't trust me, especially when I'd gladly trust you with my life!"

"Stop being so selfish!" I practically shout. "This isn't just about you!"

"Your right it isn't." Mikey was staring at me now, drilling holes through my own eyes with his. We were only inches away from each other and I could feel his breath on my face. With that and the anger I was becoming quite giddy actually.

"Well what's your problem then?" I breathed slowly, my eyes narrowing.

"It's about you." Mikey said surprisingly calm. "Frank, I love you."

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